Pure Blood Descendant's

A man was seen running fast in the middle of a pitch black forest shrouded in mist, barefoot. There was blood dripping from the injured man's body. However, this did not dampen his enthusiasm to continue running away. The sound of footsteps following him from behind became increasingly clear. Of course this made his panic increase. Worried about being discovered, he decided to stop for a moment. His eyes shone wildly throughout the forest, the lack of moonlight from behind the dense trees made it impossible for the man to see clearly what was in front of him. Meanwhile, the sound of footsteps could be heard getting closer to him. When he was about to give up, the corner of his eye accidentally saw a large rock with a small cavity. Without thinking, the man headed there with slow shuffling steps. After arriving at the stone cavity in question, the man then moved the stone in front of him so that he could enter the gap in the cavity. As he entered, the sound of footsteps stopped a few meters away. There were no more footsteps, only the sound of breathing, which he was sure was more than two people. He didn't dare make a sound, even to breathe he had to sigh as quietly as possible so as not to be heard. "Are you sure, he ran here?" The sound made his breath hitch even more. His fear was getting worse. The thought of being found and then tortured like what he experienced, made him want to die. So that I can sleep again feeling this excruciating pain. "Sure! Look at the blood trail all the way here," someone pointed at his colleague. He was very sure, they saw blood splattered on the dry leaves. That was because the man they were looking for stopped to look in the direction where they were hiding. "Then why does the blood trail only end here? Can her power make the man disappear?" Another voice also chimed in. “If that guy had strength, why would he bother running so far? Isn't that the same as creating problems for himself?" continued the first man in a firm and dismissive voice. "It could be, don't we still not know, the reason why we had to kidnap this man and take him thousands of miles away from the city?" The second man replied arguing. "That's it, stop it! I'm tired, our search has ended here. Just tell our master that the man fell into the ravine on the west side of this forest. I can no longer wander in the darkness of this wilderness. Let's work together, argue so that we don't wrong and nervous when asking. Let's go back," and it was the voice of the fourth person. This means that currently there are four people chasing the poor man into the forest. The man began to be unable to endure the pain and soreness in several parts of his body. Moreover, his feet were injured as a result of being stepped on by twigs and small sharp stones. The sound of footsteps began to move away from his hiding place, but his strength to get out of the narrow gap was almost non-existent. Not to mention that he was still afraid of being framed, it could be that the group of criminals didn't really leave there. But hiding somewhere won't make him safe. The only option was to get out of there, then run back to get help. Who knows the last time he ate or drank, he didn't remember anything other than the pain that was now spreading throughout his body. The last thing he remembered was when he started running in the darkness of the forest, and was chased by who knows who. With the little remaining strength he had, the man tried his luck to get out of there. With the help of his injured leg, the man pushed the edge of the rock as a support so that his body could get out of there. After a persistent struggle that used up most of his fragile energy, the man managed to get out. Although his head had to reach the ground first, and that added another layer of pain to his body. After the painful landing, the man paused to relieve the pain on the top of his head. After he felt he had rested his body enough, he started to get up. Once again his eyes tried to scan the surroundings. Hoping to find a gap in the darkness of the night, but he still couldn't find it even though only a faint light showed the end of the forest. There were only endless trees, as far as the eye could see there was only fog and thick night, and bone-chilling cold. Just as he was about to turn around, a heavy blow hit the back of his neck. In his remaining consciousness, he could vaguely see the face of a strange man grinning at him. A few seconds later, only darkness enveloped his vision. ************************** "Hos hoss hoosss... huushh..." A man wakes up from his nightmare. Again and again. The same dream for the last two weeks again disturbed his restful sleep. Click! A woman was seen standing in the doorway carrying a glass of water. "Nightmare again? Same dream?" said the woman asked in a soft tone. At first glance, no one believed that the woman who still looked young was the man's mother. But that's the reality. "Yes," answered the man in a languid tone. "I'm tired of all my dreams, Mom. Psychiatric help doesn't help one bit," the man looked at his mother with a look of despair. "Can I stop seeing the psychiatrist? I'm getting more and more stressed with all the questions they ask me." Once again, the mother's face showed no reaction. This means he has to continue undergoing therapy. Namely seeing a psychiatrist and taking antidepressant medication. "Try again tomorrow, maybe it will be better than yesterday. Tell me what happened in your dream in sequence, don't leave anything out. Maybe there is a way to get rid of your baseless trauma," answered the mother while trying. give wise advice. Unfounded trauma? For some reason, every time he had a nightmare, his mother always said things like that. How could he choose which dream he would dream? even though he could, of course he would choose a beautiful and pleasant dream. Or at least, a dream that could show his past before the accident happened. But different in the heart, different in the lips. "Yes, ma'am," was the answer he felt was the most appropriate, causing his mother to immediately come out of her room. "Wise choice, son, that's better. Go back to sleep, and try not to have nightmares again. Your father has difficulty sleeping because of the sound of your screams every night. Remember Louis, you are mother and father's only hope. Get well soon, the company is waiting for you to come back. Make your father proud. Do you understand?" The man named Louis could only nod slowly. After his mother left, Louis lay down again. The dream felt very real, even all his joints felt very painful. It's like someone who has just run a marathon for tens of miles without stopping. But not wanting to get lost in daydreaming about his dreams, Louis chose to close his eyes again. Louis just hoped he didn't have another nightmare. Remembering that it's already 3 in the morning and soon morning will arrive. Slowly but surely, his eyes began to dim and..... To be continue Much love to all my dear readers. Greetings author, Rose_Ana.